The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d been a revelation.

And now he got to experience and taste her all over again.

But this time there would be no pain. Only pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around her and cradling the back of her head with his other hand, he pulled her flush against him and slanted his mouth over the soft, plump lips he’d spent the past two months dreaming about.

She sighed into him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her lips parted to allow his tongue to sweep into her warmth.

He stroked her back, up and down, exploring the silky skin anew, then down her sides to the top of her stockings.

She broke the kiss, nuzzling her mouth against his jaw and down into his neck, her hair tickling him.

‘You taste divine,’ she murmured, the first words she’d uttered since she’d left the bathroom.

made his

so he could look into her eyes.

and she leaned forward to kiss him, deeply, passionately, her hands crawling up to his scalp

released her hold on him, enabling him to pull the straps down her arms and discard the bra on the floor

he’d been enraptured with her breasts, their size, their taste, the way his hands could cup them perfectly, everything about them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He didn’t know if it was a trick of the light but her dusky nipples seemed darker than he

was the only person in the world who knew Alessandra’s breasts

growing inside her that these small, subtle changes

hands to lift her a touch, he dipped his head and captured one of those beautiful, dusky nipples

through his hair, arching

her, his free hand roaming until he found the clasp of her suspenders. Before he released it he stroked the exposed

acquired over the years gone.

again, he kissed her, filling his senses with her sultry,

bottom and leaned forward, using his strength

back to gaze at her, noting everything, from her short,